Flips. The numbers have changed. Tic. The hands have moved. Toc. The day has come. Midnight. It's 12:00 now.
First day of the year 2018 is gone. So fast, like how a racer drives rapidly towards the finish level. It seems to me now, that time passes by in a very hasty manner. A little move, an hour has passed. A little chat, five hours is gone. A little nap, 12 hours has been missed. That fast.
It's the second day of January now. Still, the feeling of new year is still in the air. It must be an ordinary day for some while others must be having different plans for the day. Nonetheless, after 24 hours, this day would be gone, forever. Unless, we could go back in time, which for now, still seems to be impossible. We could only go back through our memories. Though honestly, we cannot remember everything. Bits or pieces of our experiences will be forever buried in our memories.
We're in this time where we live for the day just to wait for it to end. Is it really living in the first place? What is the sense of life, of a new day, of a new year, anyway? Thanks we are alive, but a life without living is not a life at all. We need to live a life. A life where time is not just a label for our schedule. Where time is not just a planner. Where time is spent, lived, and will somehow be remembered.